Other Fan Fiction ❯ Helter Skelter ❯ Sir Paul McSimon ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Sir Paul McSimon

 

“So Paul, you catch the latest episode of The Soup?”

 

Paul opened the door to the flat he roomed in. He told me before that This was his friend Johnny's place, and that he lived in the guest room. Sounds like Sid's situation to me. Sid was spending time with Eli today, leaving Lakota home alone. Poor girl… eh whatever.

 

“No. I didn't actually. George had put on some reality rubbish for kicks,” he sighed, as we walked inside and down the hall to his room. I'd never been here before, and it was quite exciting, considering the circumstances.

 

“Oh it was a good one. He really had it good that night. But I was ready to strangle him for that Lennon joke,” I laughed. He chuckled along, and opened the door to his room.

 

A guy with shaggy brown hair hanging in his eyes was lying on the bottom bed of the bunk set in the room. George was on the top bed, marking the wall up with sharpies. Paul walked in and plopped on a chair, randomly joining in the conversation.

 

I just stood in the doorway, afraid to move. I felt so out of the loop, and I didn't want to make myself look the fool. That is, until Paul noted my existence to everyone in the room….

 

“Jay, you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there?” he laughed, clearing off the seat beside him.

 

“Uh, hehe,” I laughed it off, and walked into the room, sitting in the seat rather uncomfortably.

 

“Jaden, you know George, and this is my other roomie, Rotten,” Paul introduced, pointing to the guy reading in the lower bunk. I gave an awkward wave, and he waved back. Paul rattled on, “Rotten, this is my, um, friend, Jaden.”

 

A little while after that awkward moment, I was one of the guys, laughing and talking about anything and everything. George eventually left to do hell knows what, and Rotten enveloped himself in what he was reading.

 

“So, Paulie, when do I get to meet the infamous Johnny?” I asked, laughing.

 

“Whenever he shows up. I don't know where he is right now,” Paul shrugged, scratching the back of his head. His hair was spiked up again, and he turned on the radio.

 

“Thanks for inviting me over, Paul,” I smiled, picking up an issue of AP from the floor, “It's great to get out of that house. It's so depressing.”

 

“Anything for a friend,” he smiled, turning up the volume. `Closer To God' was ending, and the DJ was about to spiel on whomever was next.

 

“Yeah… friends…” I smiled, getting comfortable in my seat as the song began to play.

 

“I hear Paul McCartney,” he laughed, perking his ears.

 

I put down my magazine, “You mean SIR Paul McCartney.”

 

“Yeah, like I'm Sir Paul McSimon,” he laughed, listening closer to the song, “Oh I love this song!”

 

I quieted down to hear the lyrics…

 

There were bells on a hill

But I never heard them ringing

No I never heard them at all

`Till there was you…

 

“Yeah,” I smiled, looking in Paul's eyes, “Great song.”

 

I swear- I saw a blush on his face.